Under the Light of the Moon {Biara}

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Kirroo paced anxiously through the bush with his nose to the ground: searching for any sign of the grey and flaxen filly he had sighted that afternoon. He had no reassurance that the filly would have left the herd, or whether she wanted to leave at all, but he knew that he must have her.

His searching had so far been in vain - and he was beginning to doubt whether she was coming at all. Still, the ever oppressing threat of the black stallion may have been forcing her to stay hidden until nightfall - he had a large herd and it would be so much easier to sneak out when the landscape was bathed in shadow.

At least that is what the silver buckskin colt hoped.

If she did not come soon, he would have to move closer to the herd to try and tempt her away again, hopefully without attracting the notice of the big black stallion this time. But he did not doubt that if he bothered the black’s herd again and he was discovered that he may be killed. Which was not an appealing option he wanted to be faced with.

The moon shone brightly into the clearing, illuminating it with a silver light which lit up his mane and coat. It was almost magical, and the bush around him though not still, seemed muted - at peace. There was promise in the air, and he sniffed: trying to pick up any stray scents. The feeling of being watched, of being not along in the light of the full more was upon him. Nickering curiously, he peered into the shadows of the trees - searching for whoever may be watching him. It occurred to him that it might be the black stallion come to finish him off, but he hoped that it might be the silver and grey filly he had been searching for.

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She had come in the light of the full moon, like her dam had come to Nevada, like the her ancestors had come for ages to their mates. She moved as though in a trance, hardly believing what she was doing. She! The quiet, calm, [responsible i]obediant[/i] one. Out of her entire family she'd thought she was the most rational, but now she was beginning to doubt that. Of course, she had not come out of passion but rather a desire to protect both Tingara and the foolish, handsome, colt that had tried to woo her away. Even so, what she was doing now was the height of irresponsibilty.

The colt hadn't been hard to track, she wasn't sure if that was intentional or not (she dearly hoped so) and as she stood staring at him nervously from beneath the shelter of the dark snowgums the breeze picked up and Kirroo turned to nicker to her. She knew he hadn't seen her, her coat was the colour of dusk and the silvery bark of the trees, and thus practically invisible. She hesitated a second, she could go now, disappear without a trace as was the perogative of her breed, but she had made her decision already. Trembling, she stepped from the shadows, into the light of the full moon, a shining horse of the moon for anybody who cared to see her.

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There was movement in amongst the branches, and Kirroo held his breath, barely daring to hope or fear of who might emerge. There was a whisper on the winds that perhaps a wiser horse might have been able to interpret, but it was lost on his pricked orange tipped ears, his bright eyes shining in the light. The mournful warning of a mopoke hung in the faint fog that hung in the damp air, but Kirroo was ever optimistic despite the fact he could be facing his own death.

But there! There! From the shadow of the snow gums stepped a shining filly whose mane and tail were silver: the very filly he had been so set on just this afternoon! Kirroo nickered to her eagerly, trotting forwards with his tail raised to show it off. The moonlight reflected off her back in a way that only a filly who possessed the heritage of the breed of the moon could, and Kirroo could barely contain his own excitement. What a superb start to a herd she would be, this shining filly, if she would have him! Oh what a travesty it would be if she had come with no intention of staying!

“Greetings, oh Beautiful Filly of the Moon,” proclaimed Kirroo as he reached his nose out in a friendly manner to touch her own. “I am sorry we did not have a chance to be properly introduced this afternoon. I am Kirroo, for the cold. Why have you left your herd on such a beautiful night like this? I was just coming to find you there myself.” It was not a complete lie – he would have gone looking for her soon enough had she not appeared before him like this. Kirroo simply wanted to appear rather braver than he felt he had displayed this afternoon.

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The young stallion looked absolutely delighted, and more than a tad bit relieved, at her appearance. He showed off as he approached, though he needn't have bothered, as Biara was not a vain mare and at any rate his looks had little importance at this stage in the game. As Kirroo spoke she watched the colt carefully with dark but gentle eyes. She thought he knew only too well why she had come, but did not interpret his words as arrogance. Her eyes gleamed with momentary amusement at his declaration that he had just been coming to find her, after all she had watched him stand in this clearing for quite some time, but let the half-lie slide. Facing off with the King in the first place was not a cowardly occupation, and she appreciated his bravery even if she considered him quite foolish. And being so foolish, she had no doubt that he would have eventually come. Which was why she had sought him after all.

Still, she was a shy filly, and as he bumped her muzzle in a friendly fashion, she once again hid her gaze under the silken forelock. He requested her name and she was forced to look up, "Biara, for the moon," she replied quietly, musing over his own name-Kirroo, for the cold, certainly interesting. But she would not judge him for this, and finally offered him her own muzzle in greeting, reaching her velvet nose out to bridge the minor gap and suddenly trembling from what she did not know.


OOC: haha, he's so funny/cute <3 Sorry for the bleh post btw :/

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Kirroo studied the beautiful filly before him more carefully, and the closer he looked, the more he realized what a prize she truly was. Certainly there would be a few many fillies more beautiful than she in the whole of the High Country! He was indeed a lucky colt, but her apparent shyness may be a problem in wooing her. She must come with him – he would not leave this place without her!

And her name was Biara! It was both beautiful and mysterious, how fitting for a filly whose heritage was clearly of the Breed of the Moon. He snuffled eagerly at her offered muzzle, and thought perhaps he was making progress at least. He had little to no experience when it came to wooing fillies away from their families, but he had tempter her here hadn’t he?

Tossing his slightly fluffy silver-tipped mane, he wondered how to proceed exactly. As a youngster in the herd he’d had the admiration of quite a few of his half sisters. But he’d secured that by bullying and beating up the other colts, and there was none here to do so.

“Biara, Filly of the Moon, will you come exploring with me?” he blurted, barely thinking the words before they were out of his mouth. He was rather abashed at his hasty manner, but he could not retract his statement once said. It was hardly disguising his wishes here. “Well, what I mean is, would you like to accompany me on my travels, Beautiful Filly.”

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Kirroo eagerly responded to her touch, and Biara felt her blood tingle again at the unaccustomed feeling. Though not of Tingara's blood, none of his sons had ever given her much attention, it had always been assumed she belonged to the King. And she'd always pretty much accepted this designated role. But this was different-a horse of her own age. She blew softly into his nostrils, a friendly gesture.

“Biara, Filly of the Moon, will you come exploring with me?” burst out the stallion and Biara lifted her head, quite taken aback. The stallion looked embarassed, and Biara snorted softly in amusement, disguising the gentle laughter in her eyes by tossing her thick forelock to cover them.

Kirroo quickly corrected his request to something more formal, and Biara reached forwards to nip teasingly at his shoulder. Such an impulsive colt! One would have never thought that she, the gentle and cautious daughter of sweet Taworri, would follow such a stallion. But maybe it would be good for her. Besides, she could hardly bear to cause him any disappointment. Biara lived for the happiness of others, many a time she had ignored her own desires for the sake of another's.

"Of course I will, Kirroo of the cold," she answered, her stomach swooping as she said the words, wondering how her life might change now that she had essentially given herself to this strange horse.

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Biara’s gentle laughter settled a pit of uneasiness in Kirroo’s stomach – did she think him a joke? Had she come here with no other purpose other than to mock him for his foolishness? Surely not – he challenged any other stallion to be brave enough even to come near the black King’s herd, let alone dare steal a filly who was not even of his own blood out from under his very nose.

His confidence was restored by the fact she had not fled yet, not disappeared between those willowy white gums as he was sure she could, leaving behind nothing but a memory to torment him. She did not look unhappy with his offers – just amused, which was troubling.

But then she accepted and Kirroo’s mood soared sky high. How could he had doubted that this filly would join him? He knew not what had convinced her in the end, but the result was the same so it mattered little. Perhaps one of the most beautiful fillies in all the High Country would stand by his side, one of the Breed of the Moon no less!

He wanted to jump and twist and dance; let out his victorious call to all the High Country, so that all may know that he, Kirroo, was joined by the beautiful Biara from Tingara’s heard on this moonlit night. However, the black’s oppressive presence could still be felt, near by Kirroo was sure. It would be wise not to linger here now that his objective had been obtained.

“Come,” he whispered to the silver grulla with a thrill in his voice, nudging her gently with his soft muzzle. He turned then, heading off into the trees at a fast clip, checking behind him often to assure himself that Biara was indeed following and it was not just a trick of the moonlight. His path led north, back to the higher country and away from these low lands where the King and his rage may reside.

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Biara's heart rose with the stallion's joy, her happiness secured by the fact that she'd made another glad. Bemusedly, she followed at his words, having never had such focus placed solely on her by a stallion. As they went, Kirroo often checked over for his shoulder, as though she would vanish on him as swiftly as she'd come. But the stallion had nothing to worry about really, Biara could never be so cruel. From the moment she had set off from the herd she had known her decision, had known it from the first time he challeneged the King, and she would stick to it, no matter what nerves fluttered in her stomach.

As they progressed the silver buckskin's pace increased, it was clear he wanted to get farther from Tingara's domain, and Biara felt half-forgotten memories return to haunt her as they travelled towards Kosciusko- memories of a pale stallion, her father, and their family's restless moving about when she'd been just a little filly. She had been born up in this country, and as she went further and further North she felt her heart rise at the remembered landmarks, her hooves falling silently on familiar ground. This was her country, she'd forgotten how much she'd missed it. So for once, Biara felt as though perhaps she could enjoy a nomid life.